Dad & Daughter Bully Beating (F/F and M/F)

I'm a single dad raising a teenage girl. It's not easy; her mom lives across the country with her new husband, and Eloise only gets out there to see her once or twice a year. My little girl is grown up now, and she recently became secretive (well, even more so than a typical teenage girl). I figured out something was up, and what I finally got out of her was that she was being bullied at school. I went to the administration, who made a token effort to talk to the other girl, but this just got Eloise branded as a snitch and a whiner. One day when I caught Eloise crying after getting taunted on Facebook, I'd had enough. It wasn't hard to get the name of the girl picking on her - Tiffani - and a quick trip to Google maps turned up her address. El and I piled into the car and drove over; it was in a frankly somewhat sketchy trailer park. We found Number 41 and I rang the bell.
The woman who answered the door was about five six, and I could guess her weight at about 180; I had a lot of evidence to consider as she was wearing only a open cheap pink fuzzy bathrobe, pink nightie, and slippers. This must be Tiffani's mom. I'd guess she was in her early 40's, and they had been hard years. She was wearing an annoyed frown on her face, with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth and a can of beer in her hand.
"Yeah?" she barked. I introduced myself. "Dotti," she mumbled through her cigarette. She ignored the hand I offered to shake and instead leaned back against the doorframe, popping her Bud open. "So what do you want?"
"Um... can we come in?"
Dotti grunted and showed us inside. Tiffani was there and looked up with a sneer as Dotti motioned for me and my daughter to sit. El and I squeezed together on a dusty loveseat as Dotti plopped heavily into a worn easy chair.
"So?"
I outlined the situation. It was a little weird with Tiffani sitting right there, and I chose my words carefully. As I wrapped up, Dotti took a swig of beer. Then: "Maybe your daughter should just stop being a pussy."
"Excuse me?"
"Maybe your daughter," Dotti repeated louder, "should stop being a pussy!" She took another swig as I opened my mouth, thought better of it, and closed it.
"I think you owe her an apology," I managed.
Dotti laughed at that, a big horse laugh, slapping her flabby thighs as she almost doubled over.
"I don't think so." She took a drag on her cigarette. "If you're that mad about it, we can settle this right now, you know."
"What?"
"Your girl versus mine." Dotti looked me up and down. "And then you versus me."
I looked at Eloise; she looked defiant and a little scared.
"Do you want to do this, honey?" I whispered. Eloise nodded. I turned to Dotti: "You're on."
And that's how I found myself sitting next to Dotti on a lawn chair in her fenced little back yard as our daughters got ready to fight. Eloise was wearing a brown T-shirt with a print of a cookie and a bottle of milk hugging, along with a skirt. Tiffani had on a white tank top, cutoff jean shorts, and had kicked off her socks and shoes, as had my daughter.
I sized up the girls. Tiffani was taller and thinner than my daughter; Eloise is kind of a nerd, and I'd been trying to get her to go running or swimming or biking instead of watching Dr Who on netflix, but without too much success. Eloise is 5'4" and 142 pounds (as of her last president's physical fitness test). She has long, dark hair that came down past her shoulders, most of which she had tied up in a loose ponytail. Her big expressive eyes and plump lips made her look very cute, I thought, not that she wanted to hear it from her dad. She did look a bit soft - her tummy had a little bit more than just baby fat - but I was hoping she'd be up to this.
Her opponent on the other hand was at least 5'6" and looked to be about 135 pounds. Her strawberry blonde hair just came down to her shoulders, and she was wearing it loose. Her green eyes and small, sculpted mouth might have been pretty if she wasn't currently aiming a mean sneer at my daughter.
I admit I was worried as Tiffani looked like she was in much better shape, with lean arms and long, elegant legs. Honestly I just hoped nobody would get hurt; at least the ground looked soft. It occurred to me as Eloise laid her glasses on top of her socks and shoes that she wasn't wearing her contacts and might have a tough time seeing. Too late now.
The girls faced off. I guess I thought someone would yell FIGHT, but instead Tiffani just walked up to my daughter and slapped her across the face. Eloise was stunned and Tiffani followed up with a gut punch. Eloise bent over and Tiffani grabbed her shirt, pulling it off. This took a few hard pulls, and when it came free Eloise's momentum propelled her a couple steps away from her opponent. She whirled to face Tiffani and put her fists up. With just her bra covering her upper body, Dotti made some unflattering comments about her breasts. To her credit, while Eloise's face flushed, she didn't take her eyes off her opponent. This paid off as Tiffani came waltzing in to a straight punch that landed square on her jaw. She took a staggering half-step backwards. Eloise followed her and got her own gut punch. Tiffani covered her stomach, and Eloise gave her a hard slap to the face. Tiffani moved her hands up and Eloise grabbed the bottom of her tank top and started pulling it up. Tiffani's arms were in the way, and instead of it coming off cleanly, Tiffani stumbled into Eloise and they both went down. Eloise ended up laying on her back with her opponent sitting on her stomach, but it wasn't all good for Tiffani as she was bent forward, half out of her tank top. Eloise was pulling on it mightily, and it finally came free, leaving Tiffani nude from the waist up.
Eloise seemed shocked and didn't know what to do now as she stared up at her topless opponent, open-mouthed. I yelled for her to get up, but Tiffani raised herself up off my daughter and then slammed her butt down onto her stomach. Eloise gasped and Tiffani repeated the move, three, four times. It looked like El had the fight knocked out of her; she lay flat, her head off to one side, eyes closed. Tiffani climbed off her and pulled Eloise's skirt off, leaving her in just her undies. Tiffani then rolled her over and started unhooking her bra. I was pleading with El to get up or fight back, but she just lay there taking big gasps of air as Tiffani removed her bra, then grabbed her long hair and ground her face into the dirt.
This finally brought my daughter around and she threw an elbow behind her that missed, but did at least back Tiffani off. Eloise got to her feet slowly and she looked like a mess, topless and with her face streaked with dirt. She surprised everyone by letting loose a berserker scream and threw herself at a stunned Tiffani. They went down to the ground again, but this time El was on top, and she grabbed Tiffani's long hair and started slamming her head into the packed dirt of the backyard. Tiffani struggled under her, but she seemed too shocked by the impacts to get a hold of herself, and all she managed to do was smear dirt all over her own back. The assault only ended when Eloise let go of her, and my daughter sat on top of her opponent flushed and panting, her bare breasts heaving with each guttering breath she took.
"Finish her off!" I yelled. El looked over at me and nodded. She climbed off her opponent, then reached down and started undoing Tiffani's jeans. When she pulled them off both fighters were left in just their panties. Eloise went for her opponent's underwear, and she got it - but as she pulled Tiffani's pink panties off, her opponent drew her leg back, and before Eloise could even blink, Tiffani drove her foot straight into my daughter's face. El went down on her side, covering her nose and using some curses she definitely hadn't learned from me. Tiffani rolled to her feet and slammed a kick into my daughter's stomach. She laid in another one, this time with enough force to roll my daughter onto her back. El started trying to get up, but she was far too slow. She had only made it up to a kneeling position when Tiffani kicked her hard in the back of the head. Eloise flopped to the ground on her chest, and Tiffani sat down on her back.
Now it was Tiffani's turn to slam Eloise's head into the ground. El got it face first, and after a few slams she had even more dirt caked on her sweaty skin. She belatedly tried to power out, and Tiffani had to break off her attack as Eloise started pushing up with her arms. Tiffani slid down so she was laying on top of my daughter and locked her in a full nelson. With some difficulty she planted her legs on the ground and got to her feet, pulling Eloise along with her. With both of them standing Tiffani pointed my daughter at me and shook her side to side, setting her boobs jiggling.
I don't know if she was doing this to embarrass my daughter or me, but I was squeezing the chair so hard my knuckles were turning white as my little girl was ragdolled. I hoped she'd be able to turn it around, but it wasn't looking good.
With a laugh Tiffani let her go, then shoved her, and El fell forward and landed hard on her chest. Tiffani set about removing her panties, and I briefly hoped that my girl had the same kind of counter that Tiffani had used earlier in her, but she lay gasping as her opponent stripped the last bit of clothing off her. Eloise did manage to roll over on to her back and get up as Tiffani wasted time taunting her, reading the size label, laughing loudly, and throwing the underwear to her mom.
Both fighters were now totally naked and liberally covered in dirt as they circled each other. Tiffani darted in with a hard slap to El's left breast. My girl grimaced in pain, but she fought through it, countering with a hard shove. Tiffani took a step back, windmilling her arms for balance, and Eloise came in and kicked her hard in her naked pussy. I cheered as Tiffani covered her crotch with a groan of agony. El gave her another shove, this time adding a trip that dumped her opponent on her butt. Eloise came in for a slap, but Tiffani had grabbed a handful of dirt and whipped it into my little girl's face.
Eloise screamed, pawing at her eyes, and turned away from her opponent. Tiffani came up behind her, grabbed her ankles, and pulled. Eloise fell over forward, and Tiffani had no trouble rolling her onto her back, then sitting down on her face. Tiffani was facing El's feet, and she reached down and grabbed her tits.
"C'mon, honey!" I screamed. "Don't let her do that to you!"
Eloise started trying to power out, but I saw that Tiffani had thought ahead; El's wrists were trapped under Tiffani's thighs. Eloise kicked her legs and bucked, but with her arms trapped and her head between her opponent's thighs, she couldn't get out.
"Stop moving!" Tiffani yelled. She started attacked El's tits, slapping them around and pinching her nipples. El struggled even harder, but I she couldn't dislodge Tiffani. Dotti looked over at me and asked if I wanted to give up for my little girl.
I didn't, of course, but watching El's now rather pathetic squirming in the dirt as her opponent tortured her reddening tits, I didn't see any way she was going to get out of this. My mind was made up as Tiffani reached down and started pulling on Eloise's dark pubes. I nodded at Dotti, my heart sinking. She put two fingers in her mouth and whistled at her daughter. Tiffani looked over at her and smiled.
I thought this was the end of the fight, but Tiffani apparently wanted to go for maximum humiliation. Instead of hurting El, she switched over to groping her, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. When one of Tiffani's hands went between El's legs and started rubbing her pussy, I couldn't take any more.
"That's enough. Call her off," I ordered. I could hear my voice shaking and Dotti just smirked at me. I got out of my seat and started walking towards the two girls. That brought Dotti out of her seat, too, and she started screaming at me to back off. I ignored her and had almost reached Tiffani before Dotti's kick slammed up between my legs.
I fell to my knees, holding my balls. Dotti wrapped her arms around my neck and dragged me about ten feet away from the girls. "You just lay still," she growled in my ear. "Watch the show."
It looked like it was almost over. Tiffani had leaned down into a 69 and was sucking on Eloise's clit. Her right hand was fucking Eloise with two fingers. Eloise still wasn't fighting back, just bucking her hips weakly.
Dotti reached down and her left hand started stroking my cock through my pants. I tried to recover with some deep breaths, and I caught a break as Dotti became more focused on my cock than her chokehold. I took one big breath and then made my move, grabbing her arm and throwing it away from my body. Before Dotti could react I rolled out of her grip, then charged at Tiffani.
This would have been easier if Tiffani had been upright; since she was laying on my girl I had to reach down, wrap my arms around her chest, and then pull her off. Tiffani screamed as I lifted her, and I threw her as hard as I could away from Eloise. Tiffani landed hard and rolled a few times before coming to a moaning stop.
I didn't have much time to savor this as Dotti had come up behind me and made her presence known with a second kick to the groin. This one was even more painful than the first, and I went down, landing on top of my daughter. Dotti jumped on my back, wrapping both arms around my neck and scissoring my stomach. I managed to get on all fours, then up to my feet. I threw myself backwards and pancaked Dotti between myself and the ground. This broke her grip, and I rolled off her and got to my feet.
I spared a glance over at the girls - El was still laying limp with her eyes closed, but a very pissed Tiffani had gotten up. I turned my attention back to Dotti, who had just gotten up herself. I charged her, knocking her down, and slammed a punch into her face, trying to knock her out of the fight before Tiffani arrived. I drew my arm back for another punch and Tiffani grabbed it, then kneed me hard in the back. I screamed and she locked a full nelson on me. Desperately I leaned forward, and I managed to throw her over my back, the hold breaking as she landed hard on the ground. "El!" I yelled. "Need some help here!" I dodged a wild kick that Dotti aimed at my balls. She was laying on her back, throwing blind kicks at me, so I switched targets. Tiffani had just gotten up to her knees and I walked over and kicked her in the face. She went down with a satisfying scream, covering her mouth and nose. I turned back to Dotti and caught one of her kicks. I held on to the leg I'd plucked - the left - and started kicking her inner thigh. Dotti let out a even more satisfying scream, and I guess I got a little carried away as the next thing I knew Tiffani was behind me, pulling my shirt up over my head. She pulled it high enough to trap my arms and blind me and left it there, and before I could shrug it off, I was being shoved from the front. Tiffani had gotten on all fours behind me and I tripped over her and went down hard on my back. I managed to push my shirt off, but the first thing I saw was Tiffani's glistening pussy descending at my face. I didn't even have time to scream before she planted it firmly on my mouth. I felt Dotti pulling my pants off and I fruitlessly tried to hold on to them. As my pants and underwear were slid down and off my ankles Tiffani started grinding her pussy into my face, and I knew if I couldn't get out of this soon I'd be finished. I managed to reach up and push Tiffani off me, but as soon as I could see again Dotti grabbed my cock and balls, squeezing them both. I groaned and tried to get up, but the pain shooting out of my groin was too much. I couldn't even lift my leg for a kick and as I looked up at Tiffani ready to regain her seat, I felt the match slipping away.
But Tiffani didn't manage to finish me off. Instead, she yelled a warning that her mom was too slow to heed - Eloise, my brave girl, had gotten up to her feet, and came up behind Dotti, punching her in the back of the head. A surprised Dotti released my goods, but before she could turn, Eloise punched her again, then grabbed her hair and threw her to the ground. Tiffani got to her feet, but I grabbed her ankles and pulled, and with a scream she fell down on her chest.
"I got this one!" I yelled. "Finish her mom!" Eloise nodded and sat down heavily on Dotti's back. I may have overestimated my ability to get Tiffani, as she had slipped one of her ankles free of my grip and was aiming kicks square at my face. I slipped the first two, but her third one smacked right into my nose and I released her other leg. She got to her feet and charged to where her mom and my daughter were fighting.
Eloise had been slamming Dotti's face into the ground, and when she looked up to see Tiffani coming at her, she started getting up. Too slow - Tiffani hit her with a huge clothesline that put El down on her back, groaning. Tiffani started helping her mom up, but by now I had gotten up myself and came up behind her. I grabbed two handfuls of her long hair and swung her away from her mother. Tiffani screamed, blindly trying to grab my arms. I kicked her hard in the back, twice, then realized this wouldn't put her down and kicked her left leg out. I released her hair and she fell on her back.
I turned away from her to see how Eloise was doing. She'd managed to get back up on her knees, but so had Dotti, and they were facing each other throwing punches. As I walked up to them Dotti threw a hard left into El's stomach, and my girl bent over, moaning. Dotti lifted her arm, it looked like to spike her elbow into the back of Eloise's head, but I grabbed her first, locking her raised arm into a half nelson, and choking her with my other arm. I pulled her up to her feet, trying to think of something to knock her out with quickly. I kneeled, putting my right knee out, and smashed the back of Dotti's head into it. She fell off my knee with a groan, I hoped knocked silly. Before I could see for sure Tiffani's foot slammed into the back of my head, and I fell forward onto Dotti, stunned. Tiffani paid the price for putting everything into that attack as Eloise charged her, knocking her down. El pinned her to the ground, using her weight to hold a struggling Tiffani down, then wrapping her hands around her opponent's neck and squeezing. Tiffani pulled at her wrists, but she was too weak.
I shook my head, realizing that if I could keep Dotti down, we'd have won the fight. Unfortunately she seemed to have noticed the same thing as she pushed me off her and rolled to her feet. I got up as well, aching from a dozen different places, but determined to give my daughter the time she needed.
Dotti tried to go around me, but I intercepted her with a charge. It was sloppy - instead of tackling her I just kind of slammed into her. She went down and I tripped on her feet and landed awkwardly on top of her. I tried to grab her arms, but she reached up and dragged her nails down my face. I screamed, turning away from her, and I felt her hands closing around my cock. She twisted her hands in opposite directions and I howled with pain. She switched grips, one hand dropping down to my balls, crushing my sack. With her other hand she wrapped her index finger and thumb around the head of my cock and squeezed. This was pain I'd never experienced before and I whimpered in helpless agony. She forced me to the ground, ass in the air, as she tortured my dick and balls.
Looking back, this was worth the pain, agonizing as it was. While Dotti was doing this to me, Eloise had choked Tiffani out, and she now walked up to us. Dotti only had time to look up and see her before El slammed a field goal kick up and into her chin. I felt blessed relief. Dotti's grip was broken as she flew backwards and landed heavily on her back. Eloise sat down on her, bare pussy against her mouth, facing her feet. She grabbed Dotti's wrists for good measure. I managed to scramble up and grab her ankles, and Dotti was helpless. I put one of my legs between hers and pushed my foot against her pussy as hard as I could. We lay like this for a minute before Eloise piped up:
"I think she wants to give up, dad." I nodded at her. Eloise lifted off her just enough for Dotti to get some air. "Do you give?"
"I give," Dotti gasped. I left off her pussy and she sighed in relief, although this was cut off as Eloise resumed her face sit. I cautiously let go of Dotti's legs, which didn't move. I spared a look at Tiffani; she was out cold, a thick line of drool dripping from her open mouth. We'd won!
I just stared at Dotti for a minute, not sure what to do; after the whirlwind fight - it felt like we'd been battling for hours - being able to stop and catch my breath was a real treat. It didn't even seem so weird to be sitting three feet away from my nude, dirt-covered daughter grinding her bare pussy into the mom of her classmate. I wanted to hug her, but I guessed that could wait. Eloise followed my eyes as I looked down at Dotti.
"Dad," El rasped. "You haven't had a girlfriend in a while, right?" I nodded. She motioned at Dotti. "Why don't you...?"
What the heck - we'd won, after all. Dotti had lost her bathrobe, but she still had on her nightie, although it was now ripped and covered in dirt. El pulled the straps down and I worked it off Dotti. I went between her legs, lifting them up and putting her thighs on my shoulders. I'd gotten soft when Dotti attacked my balls, and I was worried I'd taken too much damage to perform, but after a couple strokes I got hard.
It might have been my imagination, but I could swear I heard Dotti groan through my daughter's thighs when I pushed into her. I started gently and eventually got into a rhythm - I was still sore from Dotti's earlier attack, and one enthusiastic thrust that slapped my balls against her was enough to convince me to take it easy. With this slow pace Eloise got off before I did, throwing her head back in a cry of triumph as she climaxed. When she finished she didn't move, just sitting on her opponent's mom breathing hard with her eyes closed.
I figured it was time to finish and picked up the pace. It took about a dozen quick strokes before I hit my peak. I finished inside Dotti as her hips bucked back against me. After that we all just lay there for a minute, the only sound all of our heavy breathing.
When we both climbed off Dotti she was almost out cold, her face covered in my daughter's juices, and my cum leaking out of her pussy. El took her arms and I took her feet and we dragged her over to the trailer. She didn't look like she'd be able to even think about getting up any time soon, but just to be sure I tied her hands with the garden hose.
We turned our attention to Tiffani, who was still unconscious. We both walked over to her and looked down at her for a minute. Eloise turned to me:
"Dad, I want to... could you humiliate her for me?"
I nodded. Eloise gave Tiffani a few slaps to bring her around. She pulled Tiffani up to her knees, then kneeled behind her and got her in a full nelson. I walked up to Tiffani, reaching down and tilting her head up to look at me. "If you ever fuck with my little girl again," I hissed in my most threatening voice, "we're going to come back here and it'll be even worse. You got it?" Tiffani nodded, tears running down her dirty cheeks. "Open your mouth," I ordered. She obligingly opened wide like she was at the dentist. My cock was still coated in her mom's juices, but I didn't care - I pushed it all the way in, Tiffani's eyes widening as she gagged. Since we were going for humiliation, I didn't give her a chance to start blowing me - I just started fucking her mouth as hard as I could. Tiffani moaned and drooled around my cock, but El had her in a death grip, and all she could do was hang on for dear life as I pounded in and out of her lips. When I came I held on to her head, shooting my load down her throat. When I pulled out a long, slopping string of drool and cum plopped out of her mouth as she coughed.
"Are we finished?" I asked.
"Almost..." Eloise let a whimpering Tiffani go, then walked over to her skirt and pulled out her phone. She tossed it to me. "Dad, could you get some pictures?"
I could, and I did - Eloise standing with one foot on Tiffani's chest, Eloise sitting on Tiffani's face flexing her arms, Tiffani lying in the dirt with her eyes closed.
That's how we left them. Eloise didn't have any more trouble from Tiffani; in fact, they became fast friends, and now it's a task to get El to stop texting her long enough to eat dinner.

Grapplin' with Grandma (F/M)

Fair warning: This story is exactly what it sounds like

When I was a teen, my mom and dad started having some martial trouble; my big sister was already at college, but I got shipped off to stay with Grandma Robin in her big house about half an hour outside town. This whole thing started after I'd been there for about three weeks. We were at the breakfast table; Grandma read an article about the army allowing women in combat roles. I was in a bad mood - I'm not a morning person - and before I knew it we were in an argument over whether women belonged in harm's way. With all the smug self-certitude of a dumb teenager I told her that women are weaker than men and should stay in the kitchen. This brought on her oh-really eyebrow raise that normally stopped me cold, but instead I took another drink of coffee and kept going on about how men had the advantage if it came down to close quarters combat She let me finish and then told me that no matter how strong a man was, a woman could outlast all the muscle on him. I said this was bullshit (not in so many words) - I could beat her at arm wrestling right now. She admitted that she probably wouldn't be able to beat me there, but that brute strength wasn't everything. I asked what she thought she could beat me at? She told me she could pin me for five seconds. I laughed at her and told her she was on.
We quickly finished breakfast and cleaned up. I went to my room and changed into a baggy pair of pajama pants and a oversized T-shirt. When I came out Grandma Robin was still in her room; I knocked and asked if she was all right in there, or if she fell and hurt herself. She opened the door long enough to give me a death glare and then slammed it shut again. A minute later it swung open and she walked out in her long, formless, light blue cotton nightshirt; I could just see her plain beige panties underneath it. "Try not to rip anything," she told me before walking off to the living room.
It didn't take long to move the furniture in the big, sunny living room to the corners, leaving us a nice large, fluffy rug to wrestle on. We faced each other, giving one another one last look.
My grandmother at this time was in her early 50's, with grey streaks in her shoulder length light blonde hair. She certainly didn't look very fearsome no matter how she scrunched up her delicate features. She has deep set brown eyes (with light smile lines) and a small, expressive mouth. At all of five four and maybe 140 pounds, I was half a foot taller and 40 pounds heavier. At the moment it wasn't easy to see her shape, but the bulge of her B-cups was slightly visible under her shirt.
"Go!" she yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts as she charged me. I tried to grab her but she ducked under my arms and tackled me. I'm sure if I'd had time to brace myself I could have stayed standing, but I was surprised and went down on my back with my grandmother on top of me. As soon as I hit the ground she pressed her body down on mine and started counting, but before she got to two I pushed her off.
We both got to our knees facing each other. She lunged at me again, but this time I caught her. I tried to use her momentum to toss her to the ground, but instead I kind of ended up shoving her down. I tried to climb on top of her but she put both feet on my chest and kicked me away. Again we got to our knees facing each other. This time as we came close she faked a slap, and when I went to grab her arm she reached down, grabbing my shirt and pulling it up and over my head.
If she had just pulled it off that would have been a little weird but not so bad; instead she left it trapping my arms straight over my head. I managed a muffled "Hey!" before she pushed me over onto the rug on my back. I blindly struggled as she sat down on my chest and started counting.
I managed to buck her off and roll onto my side to break up the pin, but I was having a lot of trouble getting my god-damned shirt off. Grandma rolled me onto my chest and slapped my butt, taunting me. I finally got free from the shirt, tossing it to one side and rolling away from grandma, trying to get my breath We both got to our feet and squared up.
Both of us were breathing heavily and starting to sweat as we circled, hands out in front of us. I attacked first, darting in and trying to push her over. She pushed back against me and for a second we were in a test of strength. There was no way my grandmother was going to overpower me, and sure enough I started forcing her back and down. She grunted with effort but couldn't stop me, and I managed to force her down onto her back. I quickly covered her and started counting, but only got to one before she flipped me off.
We got to our knees and she asked if I wanted to give up - she told me to just lay down and she'd pin me and we'd go on with our day. I just shook my head and lunged at her. I grabbed two handfuls of her nightshirt, pulling it over her head, hoping to do the same thing to her that she'd done to me. I hadn't bargained for the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra, and her small B-cups were on full display as the shirt got tangled up in her arms. I stopped to stare in shock, and this gave her time to get the nightshirt off. She saw me looking and took advantage of my distraction to attack with a huge shove. I went flying, coming to rest on my back, and she crawled on top of me before I could get up. She started counting and got to 2 before I managed to come to my senses and kick out. I pushed her away and got to my feet. We both circled warily; Grandma made the first move aiming a slap at my face. I ducked under it and she dropped her hands, lunging at me, grabbing the waistband of my pants. She tried to use her grip to throw me to the ground, but my pants were so baggy she ended up holding them as I basically fell out of them, down to just my boxers. She was just as surprised as I was, and I took the chance to get up as she shook her head and threw the pants away.
I was at a bit of a disadvantage now as I was pitching a rather visible tent (more nerves than anything else I think - although that long look at her bare breasts didn't help). Grandma got a eyeful, raising an eyebrow at me. "Sorry," I mumbled, feeling my face flush.
"Well I guess I'm flattered..."
"We can stop if you want. I mean, if you want to give up."
"I don't. Do you?"
"No -" hardly had the word left my mouth than she charged me, trying to tackle me down to the mat. But I was ready this time and braced myself. Grandma doesn't weigh much and I caught her, wrapping my arms around her in a bearhug, squeezing with all my might, shaking her back and forth. She kicked at me wildly, grunting and gasping, but she couldn't get her legs in the right position to get any good kicks in. When this didn't work she leaned backwards and hit me with a headbutt.
I don't know how to do a good headbutt, and I don't think grandma did either as this seemed to hurt her almost as much as me. In any case I fell down in surprise, with grandma landing awkwardly on top of me.
"Sweetie, are you okay?" she asked as she climbed off me. "Are you bleeding?"
"No," I gasped. "I'm fine. I can keep going."
"Good." With that she lifted up her right foot and stomped on my stomach. I groaned, curling up into a ball. Grandma told me to get up if I wanted to keep fighting or she'd pin me right now. Panting, I managed to get up to my knees. She had walked over to me and reached down to grab me, but I surprised her by grabbing her panties and pulling them down to her feet. She stared at me, eyes wide, then reached back and slapped me across the face, wickedly hard, my head turning with the blow. I was knocked down and ended up on the ground laying on my chest. Before I could start getting up again I heard my furious grandmother yelling "Your turn!" as she yanked my boxers off. She started trying to give me a spanking, but I managed to roll over onto my back, frustrating her. She grabbed my hard cock with both hands, squeezing it.
"Grandma, stop!" I screamed. "That hurts!"
"That's the idea!" She bore down even more, drawing a groan of pain from me. "Just lay down and let me pin you!" I grabbed her wrists, pulling them away from my cock. I planted my foot in grandma's stomach and flipped her over the top of my head. This was a little sloppy, but it seemed to work well enough as she went over me, landing with a grunt on her back.
We both got up, facing off totally naked. Grandma was as pissed as I've ever seen her, and I guess I was pretty mad myself. She lunged at my cock and I grabbed her wrists. For a minute we struggled, but I was much stronger than her and started forcing her down. Just as I thought I had her where I wanted her, her right foot shot out, slamming into my stomach. If I'd seen this coming maybe I could have braced or something, but as it was I just groaned and fell down. Grandma crawled on top of me and started counting. I leaned up and she glared down at me in frustration. "Just lay still!" she barked, pushing my shoulders down. She started counting again, but I was strong enough to move her hands and lean up again. I tried to push her off me and get up, but she grapevined my legs, spreading them wide with her own.
We were stalemated: With her grapevine on me I couldn't get her off, but she couldn't hold me down long enough to count a pin. As we struggled against each other the tip of my cock brushed against her pussy lips. This seemed to have given Grandma an idea as she steadied her body above mine. I started up at her, not believing she was really going to do it. She slid her hips down until my crown was at her entrance.
"Do you give up?" she rasped. I shook my head no and she slid down my cock with a moan. "How about now?" I opened my mouth but couldn't find any words as she started fucking me, excruciatingly slowly. I couldn't move my hips at all and it was up to her to set the pace. After a few long, slow strokes she must have enjoyed too much I saw her shake her head and she slid up, doing very short movements, teasing the underside of my head with quick, bucking strokes. Looking back I realize she was making sure I came first. I really had no chance against her experience and in no time at all she had pushed me to the edge. Grandma stared down at me as she quickly finished me, her eyes boring into mine as I started cumming, shooting my load into her pussy as she worked it up and down my shaft. As I finished she slid all the way down, clamping down on my cock with her cunt.
Suffice to say it was easy for her to count me out as I lay under her unable to move with my eyes closed. She finally released the grapevine, sliding up my body until she was sitting on my neck. I opened my eyes to see her looming over me.
"Do you know what's coming now, honey?" I shook my head no. "Well, you made a real mess. You're going to have to clean me up." I tried to shake my had no again, but she had already moved to straddle my head and pressed her pussy into my face, rubbing her juices and my own cum across my nose and mouth.
I lay under her gasping as she rode my face. My cock had deflated rapidly after she made me cum, but got hard again despite my discomfort as I held on for dear life. My grandmother came on my face, grinding her crotch against me as she climaxed. I thought my nose might be broken as she climbed off me, panting. She reached down to help me up; as soon as I was on my feet, she told me that the winner gets to shower first and lumbered out of the room in victory as I went to get some tissues to start cleaning myself up.
I really hoped my mom wasn't going to find out about this.

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Backyard Boxing (interactive M/F)

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Christmas Surprise (M/F)

Christmas has been a little weird since I married Lena; she's German, and I still find it odd when she leaves her shoes out for Santa to fill with oranges. This year, at least, I knew she'd be happy with what I got her - a new bike, with no expense spared. She figured it out pretty quickly - she does all the finances and couldn't miss the charge - and in return she started sending me flirty emails about my own Christmas surprise. At first it was just her usual dirty talk where she promised I would be "doing a lot of big cumms" and stuff, but when she started dropping hints about wrestling, well, it got to be all I could think about.
I had a vision of Lena facing off with another woman; Lena would be wearing her silk sea-green nightgown, showing off her elegant, toned legs, her brown hair in that long braid she sometimes sported, reaching down just to the middle of her back; at five eight she'd probably be taller than her opponent, and with how much she loved bike riding probably in better shape as well. Her heart-shaped face would have just a few strands of hair hanging down loose, and her arresting green eyes would be locked on - who? Maybe her friend Laci, a heavy-set blonde.
Or - what if it was me wrestling Lena?! She knew I was into it but she'd demurred more than just some light tussling so far. Would that be better? I couldn't decide which one I wanted more; all I knew was that I couldn't wait.
When Christmas rolled around, Lena opened her bike and almost crushed me with a bearhug; then we downed some eggnog and rum. She lead me to the living room, where the thick rug had been cleared of furniture. Lena told me to close my eyes and pulled my clothes off until I was wearing only my green silk reindeer boxer shorts, which were in danger of having a hole ripped in them; I heard her leave and come back, and I opened my eyes to behold my Christmas gift.
My jaw dropped as I saw what she was wearing: A full Santa costume, complete with fake beard and big fake gut. This wasn't some kind of sexy santa thing; barely any of her skin was showing under the big fluffy red and white shirt, pants, gloves, boots, and hat she was wearing. She made it worse by putting on a fake deep voice and grumbling "Santa is going to get your MILK, little boy!"
"What is this?!" I yelled, backing away, hands up to ward her off. She came on, still doing her deep voice as she commanded me to "Come sit on Santa's lap!" I ran out of space to back up and with a chuckle she charged. She was quick, and she came in and wrapped her arms around my stomach, lifting me up in a bearhug. Her itchy fake beard pressed into my bare stomach and I rained blows down on her. With a grunt she turned and threw me hard to the thick carpet. I landed on my chest, knocking the wind out of me. I felt her grabbing my underwear and she pulled it down with a hearty laugh. I managed to roll away and get to my feet as she put my underwear up to her nose and took a long sniff.
Too long a sniff - I charged her and tackled her with a bit more force than I had intended, taking her down to the ground hard. Her hat fell off as we struggled; I was trying to undo her shirt, but she brought my up short my snapping her legs shut around my midsection. She started squeezing and doing a creepy old man laugh; I'm not sure which was worse. I tried to pry her legs apart, uselessly; her years of bike-riding had given her incredible strength, and there was no way I could bend that steel. Running out of options, I reached into her massively too big shirt and started tickling her armpits.
This worked, and her legs came apart as she shrieked with laughter, trying to grab my hands. I pressed my advantage right up until she managed to gasp "Stop, I'm going to pee!"

Nobody wanted that, so I backed off; she got up to her feet and took a minute to recover. She slipped back into character, shaking her finger at me and telling me I was a naughty boy. I really wanted to get her fake beard off and tried to fake her out, making like I was going to grab at the hem of her shirt, then pulling her beard. I managed to fool her long enough to get a grip on the beard, but I ran into trouble when I couldn't get it off quickly enough; it seemed to have gotten snarled in the back with her real hair, and it didn't help that I couldn't see what I was doing back there. I guess I got too involved in my work as Lena sucker punched me in the stomach.
I don't think she hit me nearly as hard as she could have - this seemed more like a move to make me back off - but the sheer surprise left me defenseless, and it was all I could do not to fall down as I took a step back, instinctively covering my gut.
"You're being very naughty," she scolded as I took a deep breath. I went for my own stomach punch, but my fist sunk harmlessly into the padding I had forgotten she had under the Santa shirt. She attacked, quickly pushing me down to the carpet. She laid on top of me, leaning down to kiss me. She forced her tongue into my mouth as I tried to force her off me. In the blind struggle I managed to grab the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up. Its bagginess worked against Lena as I was able to pull it high enough to both trap her arms and blind her; the pillow she'd stuffed under it fell out, and her tits popped free as she wasn't wearing anything under the shirt. Lena fell off me with a muffled curse, still struggling to liberate her arms.

I figured I was still owed a shot at her stomach and I lined up a punch; I pulled it considerably, but it had enough force to make Lena curl up on her side. She finally managed to get the shirt off and I let her roll over and get to her feet.
My wife looked very weird with her bushy fake beard laying over her sweat-covered breasts. Her mittens had come off with the shirt, leaving her wearing just pants and boots; her pants were my next target as we closed, but I guess this was too obvious as she gracefully sidestepped my attempt to grapple with her and kicked my right knee out. I dropped into a kneel, barely managing to avoid getting dumped on my back, but that didn't last long as Lena came in, planted her boot on my chest, and pushed me down to the rug. She dropped her ass into my midsection, stunning me; I couldn't stop her from grabbing my wrists, pinning them over my head as she leaned over me. She kissed me, the fake beard tickling my chin as her tongue darted into my mouth.
After a little making out she broke the kiss, scooting up and forcing her tits into my face; I tried to get my mouth on them, but I could only manage some frantic licks and the occasional second of a nipple in my mouth as she slapped me with her sweaty boobs. Then she settled into a smother, locking my face between her melons and holding it there.
Luckily for me she'd moved so that her butt was no longer firmly planted on my stomach; I waited for the right moment and managed to toss her off me with a single heave. Lena yelled in surprise as she was dethroned, landing on the floor on her left side. I rolled away from her greedily gulping in air. I tried to get up, but I'd only made it to my hands and knees when Lena came up behind me and grabbed my cock. I froze and her other hand wrapped around my balls. I couldn't help moaning into the rug as Lena started stroking me, her hand making slow, steady pumps.
As if I wasn't in enough trouble, I felt my wife's rough beard brushing against the back of my thighs a split second before she started rimming me. Her tongue flicked around my asshole, and I made a frantic escape attempt, lifting up my right leg to push her away. This just gave her better access and she picked up the pace with her hand, pumping me quickly as her tongue pressed into my ass.
It was now or never and I managed to push my leg back enough to back her away. She let go of me with a frustrated grunt, but I barely had time to roll over onto my back before she was on me again. She came up between my legs, her left hand pressing into my stomach, her right hand gripping my rod. She started pumping my shaft, staring into my eyes and barking "Give me your cock milk!" I considered it; looking up at her, magnificent chest on display, covered in sweat, staring down at me, it was hard to resist.
But I did, and I'm going to attribute it to that god-damned beard. I sat up, Lena trying without success to push me back down with one hand; she lost her dick grip as I got to my knees, putting us face to face. I grabbed the beard and pulled. I used it to yank her head around, finally letting out a shout of success as it came off her with a loud rip.
I'd pulled so hard and the beard breaking was so surprising that my momentum ended up carrying me to the ground, landing hard on my back. Lena was still dizzy from her head being pulled around; we both slowly got to our feet, winded.
We circled each other cautiously, hands out in front of our bodies, watching the other for any move - until I, not looking where I was going, stepped on the pillow that had fallen out of Lena's shirt. My foot went out from under me and despite windmilling my arms I lost my balance and fell over. I managed to get to my knees but Lena had slipped behind me, trapping me in a full nelson before I could react. I tried to bend over and throw her over my back, but I found she was stronger than me as she pulled me up to my feet. She marched me over to the big mahogany table in the middle of the room and bent me over it, switching to a half nelson with just her left arm. Her free right hand went between my legs, stopping to caress my balls before her index finger and thumb made a circle over the tip of my rod. She started jerking me off with just two fingers, occasionally rubbing her thumb over the head, now slick with pre-cum.
I couldn't do much to stop her; my right arm was free, but I couldn't reach far enough back to do anything, and she had enough leverage to keep me from trying to get up with just her left arm. Just when I was sure I was done for, she started edging me; she kept me just a hair from cumming until I found myself making whining moans, trying to fuck her hand for more sensation.
I almost cried as she released my dick.
"You've been naughty," she purred, thankfully dropping the creepy old man voice. She started spanking me - not hard, just enough to let me know who was in charge. After a few smacks she leaned in and asked "Too hard?" I shook my head no and she went back to work, stopping every few spanks to reach between my legs and give my achingly hard shaft a few strokes. She spanked me until my butt started turning red; then she got behind me and announced that it was time for my stocking to get a piece of coal. I had no idea what this meant until I felt her thin index finger pushing against my asshole.
Her right hand worked on my cock as the other reamed my ass. She was done teasing me and looking to finish me off; I was so close I lasted maybe thirty seconds before cumming, gripping the table for dear life as she milked my cock with long, twisting strokes. I shot a huge load, rope after rope of cum splattering on the carpet and her hands as she emptied me completely.

When I finally regained enough strength to move, I managed to lower myself to the rug, careful not to lay in my jizz pool as I flopped onto my back. Lena leaned down next to me, darting in for a quick kiss and ruffling my hair.
"Well, what did you think?"
"Great," I managed. I took a deep breath and sat up, pulling myself across the rug to where the fake beard landed. I pulled it on as Lena watched in amused puzzlement. "Now I'm Santa."
"Oh, are you?" she giggled. "I can see your candy cane, Santa."
"Never mind that. What would you like for Christmas, little girl?"
"Who, me? Why... I'd like to get my pussy sucked, of course."
I smiled through the beard, then had her lay down on the carpet. I slithered between her legs, spreading her thighs apart, my soft cock stirring as I got a face full of her musk. I teased her, blowing on her pussy, then  pulling her lips apart and flicking my tongue up and down her entrance.
"Not the beard!" she squealed. "It tickles!" I ripped it off and threw it over my shoulder. I couldn't help myself and dived in, lapping up her juices. I turned my head to the side, gripping her hips with my left hand, playing with her clit with the right. Lena held on to the carpet as I darted my tongue in and out, then leaned forward and buried it, madly licking and slurping on her cunt. My cock was uncomfortably hard, pressing into the rug as I ate her. Lena's hips bucked against me as she neared her climax, going over the edge and letting loose with a loud wail of ecstasy. I made sure she finished strong, tongue-fucking her as she climaxed, her waist coming off the rug, legs wrapping around my head.

She came down, laying limp on the rug. I took a break to wipe my face on the discarded red Santa pants laying nearby. Lena leaned up, hungrily eyeing my hard cock. She smiled at me as I turned towards her and declared "Santa's got one more present to put in your stocking."
I crawled over to her and slid on top, getting into missionary position. (This might not sound that thrilling, but we barely ever did it; it gave me too much sensation and Lena too little, and although she told me she didn't mind, I always felt bad cumming too soon.) Lena guided me in, sighing with pleasure as I pushed into her. I managed exactly one stroke before she reached up and hugged me, pulling me down so we were face to face. Her eyes locked on to mine as she started telling me how bad she wanted me to fuck her. I obliged, going for short, slow strokes, only coming half out before pistoning back in. I had gotten so hard eating her pussy that just a few minutes of fucking had me coming close to the edge. My thrusts picked up speed and Lena started panting that she wanted me to cum. I kept pumping her, passing the point of no return, groaning into her ear that I couldn't take it anymore. She pleaded with me to shoot my load in her and I couldn't help but oblige, her name spilling out of my lips as I spurted into her warm pussy, pounding her cunt as I climaxed.

Then, finished, I collapsed on top of her. We both lay still for a minute. I listened to her breathe as she gently clenched and released. I managed to summon up enough energy to roll off her and we both lay on the carpet, looking up at the ceiling. Lena reached over and grabbed my hand; she gave it a squeeze and I turned my head enough to see her smiling at me. leaned over and kissed her cheek.
"Merry Christmas."

Cougars vs Teens Tournament (M/F)

Last weekend after the heat wave finally snapped, the third cougar vs teen tournament of the summer took place. The rules are simple: Matches go to climax or submission (make your opponent orgasm or give up). It's four teen boys versus four moms. You have to enter as a pair, although the tournament is set up so that you'll only end up wrestling your own mom if you both make it to the final match - needless to say, this is usually something of a big deal when it happens. If too many cougars or too many boys lose their matches, the tournament's over early, and the losing team gets slapped with a big punishment - last time this happened to me, we spent the whole rest of the day mowing Mrs. Martinez's lawn and cleaning her pool while the victorious moms lounged around making us get them drinks and rub them down with suntan lotion. (I have no idea what we'd do if too many teen boys won; I don't know if this had ever even happened and certainly had myself never been on a team where this occurred.) Whichever teen did the best was awarded a speedo, which was a mark of pride you could wear the rest of the summer. And of course, being horny teenage boys, even if you didn't win anything, it was a much more exciting day than playing Halo or Call of Duty. This tournament was taking place at Jennifer O'Brien's house out by the pool. Both teams had a cluster of deck chairs at either end of a blue athletic mat (which was laying on top of the bare concrete of the poolside).

This particular tournament kicked off with my mom, Emily, up against Matt. (I'll be referring to her interchangeably, although it feels a little weird calling your mom by her first name.) Matt's a short dude, about 5'3" or so, wearing a black speedo, and with his hair buzzed into a short cut. He's Mexican and has pretty dark skin. He was already sweating, heat or nerves I couldn't tell. To be fair my mom looked unusually intimidating with a half foot on Matt at 5'9", although the effect was a little diminished because she's rather slim. Her light skin (she's naturally pretty pale and and had been wearing strong sunscreen all summer) was almost as white as her plain two piece bikini. Her black hair was set into a long braid that went down her left shoulder almost to her belly button. Her green eyes were fixed on Matt like a hunter on her prey.

Right from the word go Matt was moving his feet, darting in to test Mom's guard. He came too close and tried to pull back, and she quickly reached out and slapped him hard across the face. He was stunned long enough for her to sock him in the stomach, then she put her hands on his shoulders and started kneeing him in the gut. Matt took three of these, then she pushed him and he fell to the mats on his back. As he covered his stomach and groaned Mom took a lap around him, doing muscle poses as the other moms applauded and we all urged Matt to get up. Mom backed off and let him get to his feet. They came together again, and Emily lashed out with her foot, kicking Matt hard in the side of the head. He went down to one knee trying to clear the cobwebs and she came up behind him, bending down and locking on a sleeper hold. Matt got to his feet, kicking and trying to get away. She left his legs free to let him wear himself out, but I think he outsmarted her as he lifted one leg straight up and stomped down on the top of my mom's bare foot. She screamed and pushed him away from her. He turned to face her and charged in, but I guess this was his mistake as he barely had time to catch a breath after getting free and Emily didn't seem to be as stunned as he was hoping. She gave him a Big Boot, which is a fancy way of saying she kicked him in the face, and he went down hard on his back. Mom stomped on his stomach a few times, seeming pissed off, then took a second to breathe. Matt was laying on the mat groaning and despite our encouragement it didn't look like he was getting up any time soon. Mom reached down and pulled his speedos off to the amusement of her team and threw them to Matt's mom. Matt had just rolled over and started getting up and Emily pulled him up to his feet, then slammed him back to the mat with a DDT. She rolled him on to his side and got him in a surfboard, pushing her right foot into his back, pulling on his left leg and right arm with her hands. With her long legs this looked pretty painful, and I felt bad for Matt, bare-ass naked, screaming as Mom pushed his body into a generous curve.

Instead of just pushing as hard as she could, it looked like she was trying to wear him out, easing up on the pressure slightly, then going back to maximum extension. She kept flexing him like this for a few minutes and it seemed like she had succeeded in wearing Matt out. When she released him he flopped to the mat on his face. Mom wasn't done with him yet and got an even nastier hold on him. She slapped him in I guess what you'd call a camel clutch variant. Basically she laid down on her back so that she was side by side with Matt, with her feet by his head and vice versa. She reached forward and grabbed his arms, pulling them straight back and pulling his upper body off the mat, then planted her feet in the middle of his back and pulled. This looked even nastier than the bow and arrow, and instead of flexing and wearing him down, she just pulled as hard as she could. Poor Matt, covered in sweat and red-faced, couldn't even kick his legs. It was pretty clear the match was over, but it's bad form to submit until your opponent is done with you, and Matt suffered in this hold until he was released. Barely had he had time to catch a breath than Emily had come up to him and rolled him onto his chest. She ordered him to get on his hands and knees, giving his butt a loud slap to drive the point home. Matt, groaning, got on all fours. She got down on her knees behind him, banging her hips into his butt like she was buttfucking him a few times as her fellow moms cheered her on. Having made her point she pushed Matt's thighs apart, then reached in between his legs, one hand playing with his balls as the other teased his five-inch cock to full length and then started jerking him off. Matt's thighs started shaking a little as she was really going at him, having humiliated him and just looking to put the frosting on the cake by making him cum. It didn't take long, and just before he popped off she took her hand off his nuts and cupped it under the head of his dick, catching some of his cum as she drove him over the edge. Matt had no chance to enjoy the afterglow as mom rolled him onto his stomach, wiping his own cum all over his face. She took a quick victory lap as me and the two other guys got up and dragged Matt back to our area, laying him out on a lawn chair like a casualty. One match down.

The second match of the day was Jim (Jennifer's son) - versus Linda (Rob's mom). This at least seemed a little more evenly matched; Jim's 5'7" to Linda's 5'6", although he had a definite weight advantage. Jim's fairly solidly built and probably in the best shape out of everyone (Matt and me are a little scrawny and Rob's a big slice of beef). He had on a white thong speedo doing very little to hide his big cock. His brown hair was loose down to his jaw, probably not the best haircut when you're wrestling MILFs who won't hesitate to pull on it.

His opponent, Linda, is a beautiful blonde, probably the hottest member of the cougar team (sorry, mom). She's a bombshell, 5'6" of tanned, toned, lean muscle with curves in all the right places, and today her 36C's were ably assisted by the bright red one-piece that looked like it had been painted on her. Her long blonde hair was piled on top of her head in a loose bun with several strands already falling from it. She's got blue eyes and big, pouty lips that were currently curved into a beguiling smile she was aiming at Jim. He looked calm, but it was hard to miss the tent he was already pitching as the match started.

Jim was off to a bad start right away as he foolishly put his hands up offering a collar and elbow to Linda. I have no idea what he was thinking and winced in sympathetic pain as his opponent instead reached through his hands and gave him a double nip twist. Jim yelped but managed to grab her wrists. With his hands occupied, Linda launched a follow up knee between the legs. Jim released her arms and dropped to his knees, and it already looked like he was in deep shit. Linda took a step forward, reaching down and pulling his arms straight up over his head, and locked in a standing headscissors. She held Jim like this for just a minute before he got his legs under him, and seeing his escape attempt coming she released the scissors. She still held on to his wrists and smoothy swung to his side, stomping down on his back and knocking him to the mat. She left her foot on his back and got behind him and started pulling up on his arms as she pressed down with her foot. Like her previous hold, she only kept this on to tire Jim out until he started gathering himself to escape. She released his arms, helping him up to his feet, then came around to his front and nailed him with a DDT.

This left Jim laying spread-eagled on the ground. Linda bent down and slid his speedo off, tossing it to his mom for safekeeping. Linda spared Jim a look and seeing him still laying on his back decided to show off a little.

She rolled Jim on to his stomach and pulled him up to his hands and feet. I was worried she was going to finish him off the way Mom had put away Matt, but it didn't seem like Linda to repeat a spot, and indeed she proceeded to sit on his back, then reached behind her and started slapping his butt, riding him around like a pony.

This got a big reaction from her teammates, but Linda had underestimated the sheer energy of a teenage boy and his hormones, and with a scream of surprise she was hefted into the air on Jim's shoulders as he stood up. He threw himself backwards onto the mat, giving Linda an electric chair drop that left her stunned on the ground. Jim quickly flipped Linda onto her chest and sat down on her back. He pulled her upper body off the mat like he was going for a camel clutch, but once her arms were tucked away behind his knees, instead of pulling on her chin he reached into her suit and started playing with her tits.

I was on my feet cheering at this, not just because it was basically the first real big offense our team had gotten, but also because I'd seen Linda wrestle a few times before and her big weakness seemed to be her libido - she enjoyed tussling with and dominating teen boys so much that she sometimes was more focused on enjoying herself than nailing down the match, and I guess Jim had noticed it too, or maybe he just wanted to get his hands on her chest (can't blame him if that was the case). Jim had thoughtfully pointed Linda at where we were all sitting, so our team got a great view of him feeling her up. Linda let her head droop, not even trying to escape the hold, her legs kicking weakly as Jim tweaked and teased her nipples. He managed to work Linda up pretty good, but he couldn't finish her off like this, so he reluctantly released her after a couple minutes. Linda didn't get up and he rolled her on to her back, then reached down to pull the straps on her suit down. Instead, Linda's hand darted up and she poked him in the eyes. Jim took a stumbling step back holding his face and turned away from Linda. She got up to her knees and came up behind him, reaching between his legs and grabbing his cock with one hand and his balls with the other. Jim had worked up a fairly impressive hardon while massaging Linda's chest, and she started giving him an expert handjob. From where I was sitting I could tell she was making sure he didn't cum too fast, sometimes stopping to pinch the head of his dick before she went back to stroking it, and at times using just her index finger and thumb to make a ring around his cock.

I'm sure she could have finished him off right here - with her controlling grip, he couldn't make any kind of move to escape without getting both his dick and balls squeezed - but Linda wanted to toy with him some more and she gently guided him down to his knees, then came around to his side and pushed him down onto his back. She told him not to move and took down the straps on her suit, peeling the top down to her stomach and revealing her amazing tits. She ran her hands over them and then laid on top of Jim, pushing her tanned boobs together and fitting them over his nose and mouth. She moved her hips so that the tip of his cock was pressing up against her cunt, with only a thin strip of material keeping the two apart. Had it gone in, Jim was definitely a goner. Luckily for our team but I guess unluckily for him, it looked like Linda was still bent on dominating and embarrassing him as she worked the tit smother, taunting him about how he'd never get to fuck her while she rubbed her lycra-covered pussy up and down his dick.

Jim was in a very bad spot here, but I guess it could have been worse; if Linda had closed her thighs around his dick, she probably could have finished him off then and there. I guess she was planning on finishing him off with a cowgirl, but she gave him too long to recover and counted too much on her rubbing her pussy against him to keep him immobilized. Linda emitted a surprised shriek as Jim threw her off him. Jim got up to his knees, but Linda seemed stunned and was slow to recover and was still on her back. Jim sat down on her stomach, pinned her wrists at her sides, and started licking and sucking on her tits. Linda bucked under him, but his weight advantage was telling and she couldn't escape. Jim flicked his tongue against her nipples, left then right, then took the whole thing into his mouth, left then right again. He trapped Linda's right arm under his thigh so he could use his left hand and started playing with whichever breast he wasn't currently sucking on, and then he reached behind him and started rubbing her pussy through her bathing suit. He kept this up until Linda was a sweating, moaning mess underneath him, and then it was time for the big finish.

Jim climbed off her slowly just in case she was playing possum again, but she didn't move, so he set about stripping her. When she still didn't move he rolled her on to her stomach and got behind her. He pulled her hips up, and it looked like he was about to get a great finish on her. Sure enough, he pushed into her from behind, and the deep groan he drew from Linda was as definite a sound of submission as I'd ever heard. Jim started fucking her, reaching straight ahead to grab a and handful of her long hair as he gave it to her. It looked like he pushed all the way in and started giving her short thrusts. This was probably the only way he could make Linda cum first - I can only chalk it up to the fact that he was able to pick the speed and depth of thrust that generated the most pleasure for her and least to him with the fact that Linda had seemed pretty hot and bothered by the match so far. (Jim hadn't lost his boner worshiping her tits, but he probably wasn't as ready to burst as he'd been earlier in the match when she was stroking his cock.) If there was any doubt that Linda had given up she reached back with one hand and started playing with her clit. After a few minutes Linda started bucking under Jim as she came,  and he just kept fucking her through her orgasm, although I guess the feeling of her clenching vagina as she shook under him was too much, and he started cumming too before she came down. With both of them climaxing at once he was giving her wild, spastic strokes, but he finished with one big one, hilting himself with a groan and almost falling over on top of her.

There was no need for a pin or anything like that, and Jim pulled out, helped Linda to her feet, and walked back over to where we were sitting to a standing ovation. Jim high fived Matt as me and Rob gave him appreciative backslaps (you usually don't do butt slaps when the other guy's totally naked). Rob asked Jim what his secret was, but I couldn't stick around to hear the answer as my match was up next, and my opponent was already walking out to the middle of the mats.

The third match was me versus Maria (Matt's mom). We had quite a show to follow and I was already sporting wood that my forest-green speedo thong was doing a particularly bad job of covering. I'm about 5'10", told I look like a beanpole, and had my hair buzzed for the summer like Matt, but it was already growing back into its customary unruly black mop. As for my opponent, well, Maria's got this whole sensual, earthy thing going that really works for me, and the high-backed Mexican flag one-piece wasn't exactly covering a lot of her. It was cut high on the hips showing off her big, beautiful bottom, and the front was scooped showing very deep brown cleavage. Maria's short like her son, but where he's a quick little slip of a guy his mom is more built like a tank. I guess she's the enforcer of the group, although it feels a little silly to call her that when she's 5'2". She had the biggest curves, with natural tits even bigger than Linda's that must have been at least 40DD, not to mention her previously noted tremendous ass that I'd wager a whole generation of young men had come to grief under. Maria has a very round face with big black eyes and full lips that usually wore a smile, and today was no different (it was a little strange having her aiming the same smile at me across the mat as she used when telling me and Matt that we should take a break from Halo 4 and go outside). Her long, black silky hair framed her face and came down almost to the top of her breasts, which were looking ready to spill out of her suit, which was probably a size too small now that I think about it. I guess I can't throw stones since I felt like I was going to rip my own suit with my pre-match wood.

I tried to shake these thoughts as the match started. There's not a lot of kicking or punching by the boys in these matches (nobody wants to punch someone's mom), but there is a lot of slapping from the cougar's team, and sure enough as soon as me and Maria got close she reached out and slapped me across the face. Taking a page from her son's playbook she then stomped on my bare left foot. I couldn't stop myself from flinching and that was all the opening she needed to step in and sock me in the gut. I took a stumbling step back and she put her shoulder down and tackled me. We both ended up on the mat with her on top of me, trying to grab my wrists and pin me down. I wasn't that stunned, though, and managed to throw her off me. We both got to our knees, facing each other warily. She grabbed for my nuts which I managed to block, but it turned out this was a feint as her other hand slapped me again. Once again I was stunned and she reached forward and twisted my nipples. I yelped in pain and she grabbed my head with both hands and slammed a headbutt into my face.

I went down on my back, stunned at the direction the match was going in. In a daze I saw Maria's huge ass coming at my face and I knew I'd never get out from under it alive. I scooted away from her and got to my feet groggily. Maria came at me wearing that same beguiling smile. I shook the cobwebs off and put my fists up. Before she came into range she stopped and lowered the straps on her suit, setting free her gigantic breasts. I was of course mesmerized, staring at her obviously real, slightly droopy tits, and couldn't move to defend myself as she just walked up to me and locked me in a bearhug.

Maria had wrapped my arms up next to my torso, and as soon as I realized what she had done I figured I was in big trouble. I couldn't move my arms at all. With her height, her big melons were mushrooming against my stomach, and pleasure mixed with pain as she squeezed me. I frantically tried pulling my wrists free with big, spastic pulls, but it was no use. My legs started trembling underneath me as I couldn't get a breath with Maria's arms crushing my midsection. I lifted my right leg and tried to knee her, but I couldn't get a good angle, and Maria looked up at me, wearing that same smile as I was helpless in her grip. Before I passed out she threw me down to the mat on my back. I was too tired and stunned to move as she kneeled between my legs, grabbing my cock through my suit. She started jerking me off, slowly, looking in my eyes the whole time. She placed her free hand on my stomach, pressing down slightly, a signal not to move or resist.

We have a few advantages over the cougars; one of them is sheer stamina, and another one is that they sometimes underestimate us. I was in heaven with the slow cock-stroking Maria was doing, but I still had some fight in me. I knew I would probably only get one chance - one wrong move and her free hand would be squeezing my balls or one of her fingers would be up my ass - and I laid back, closing my eyes and moaning like I was giving up. The cougars were whooping and cheering for Maria and I waited about ten seconds to hopefully lull her into thinking I was done (any longer than that and I risked losing the match if she made me cum).

With as much energy as I could summon up I sat up, grabbing her wrists quickly. Maria grunted in surprise, and I pulled her up to her feet, still holding her wrists, twisting them painfully. Maria groaned in pain, bending over forwards slightly to try and ease the pressure, and I had to dismiss my instincts (either to start laying kicks into her dangling tits or one up between her legs). I forced her down to her knees, switching grips so she was in a front facelock, and gave her a DDT.

Maria's head bounced off the mats with a rewardingly loud sound - there's not much padding on top of the concrete - and she came to rest on her stomach. She got up to her knees slowly, and I was there behind her, pressing my back into hers, reaching around and grabbing her tits. She moaned softly as I started kneading them. I was hoping to weaken her up in this hold, but she reached between her legs and grabbed my hard cock, locking it between her thighs. She started moving her hips back and forth and I knew I had to get out of this immediately or she'd make me cum. I pulled my hands off her chest and instead got a double hammerlock, pushing her down to the mat on her face. I released her right arm so I'd have my right hand free and grabbed a handful of her silky black hair, pulling it back to raise her head off the mat, then slammed her face into the ground. I gave her five or six of these and she stopped struggling, laying limp on the mat. I cautiously stripped her, and when she still didn't move I rolled her onto her stomach, holding her wrists to either side of her head. At this she came back to life and started bucking underneath me, but she was out of gas; her face was red and she was coated in sweat and couldn't summon up the strength to throw all 5'10" of me off. I let her wear herself out until she lay there panting with her eyes closed.

Then I went to work. I pinned both of her wrists over her head with my left hand, leaving my mouth and right hand free to attack her tits. I'd been dreaming about getting my hands (and lips, and tongue) on her globes for a long time, and the little bit I'd gotten to play with them earlier in the match had only whetted my appetite. I went at them with gusto, Maria moaning and groaning under me as I tweaked, teased, licked and sucked on her dark little nipples, but she didn't try to escape. I doubted I could finish her off like this, but I hoped I'd be able to fondle all the fight out of her just the same.

By the time I was finished with her boobs, they were both coated in spit and her nipples were as hard as bullets. Maria herself seemed to be in dreamland. I cautiously released her wrists, and when she didn't move, I laid down on top of her. I quickly shed my suit and positioned myself between her legs, probing her pussy with a finger; she was gushing. That was all the invitation I needed. I lined myself up and pushed into her. She let out a gasp, reaching up and wrapping her arms around my torso as I slid home. We were both pretty turned on and this wasn't something I had much experience with, but I did want Maria to come first out of some naive notion that she'd love this so much she'd want to do it all the time. Since we were doing missionary I attempted to set the pace, trying to copy Jim's technique of just doing short, deep, quick strokes, but Maria was bucking her hips back into me and I almost popped out a few times. It was only a minute or two before I couldn't take it anymore and started cumming into her, shooting my load deep into her pussy as I kept fucking her, her fingers digging into my back. I went as long as I could, even giving her a few strokes after I'd cum, until I had nothing left and collapsed on top of her sweaty body. We just lay there for a minute in each other's embrace before I had the energy to pull out and roll off her. I realized with a start I had no idea if I'd won; the match had whoever cum first as the loser and evidence of my climax was already dripping out of Maria's pussy as I helped her to her feet. But she raised my arm in victory and I got a nice hand from our team, who I gave a big bow to (only realizing at the sound of cheers and hoots from behind me that I'd accidentally mooned team cougar). Maria hugged me and I went back to our area to get cleaned up. I was walking on clouds; we were up 2-1. Maybe we could win this whole thing.

Last up in round 1 was Rob (Linda's son) versus Jennifer (Jim's mom). Rob's a big dude, probably 6'1" and 230 pounds at least. He's got long, lanky blonde hair, and his somewhat bovine expression hid a fairly good power wrestler. His opponent, our host, Mrs. Jennifer O'Brien, looked even shorter than her 5'4" and I'd guess 135 pounds standing across the mat from him. What I noticed immediately when looking at her was her very pale white skin, even whiter than my mom's, which made her look like a ghost who'd wandered outside during the day. It was already oily with strong sunscreen (a favorite technique the moms like to use to make them harder to grip). Her red, straight hair was styled in a sidebang kind of cut that draped over her shoulders and a little over the left side of her face, and she had a liberal dusting of freckles over her skin. In contrast to Linda's model-like looks, Jennifer looked more like the mom next door, with a very cute face that I thought it was a shame to hide behind a curtain of hair. Today she was wearing a metallic green one-piece that didn't exactly flatter her pert B-cups, but it was cut very high on the hips - almost as high as Maria's - and did show off her nice legs. Jennifer blew a lock of hair out of her face and nodded at Rob and the match was on.

Jennifer was fighting dirty from the get go. Rob came at her with his arms wide looking to grab her, and she went low, dodging under his grip, then getting a upward slap right on his balls (with the tiny little speedos we guys have to wear, you couldn't miss where his junk was located). Rob, of course, instinctively covered up his goods, and Jennifer quickly propped her right knee behind his left leg, then pushed as hard as she could. Rob fell straight back like a falling tree and hit with almost as much force (well, all right, maybe I'm exaggerating, but only a little). Before he could move Jennifer had yanked his speedos down to his knees, and he rolled on the mat, awkwardly trying both to sit up and pull his suit back up. He managed to get to a sitting position and Jennifer swooped in, giving him a really mean looking backhand to the face. Rob was stunned and Jennifer started laying chops into his chest like she was Ric Flair. Rob managed to withstand a bunch of these but after twelve or thirteen Jennifer managed to chop him onto his back. She sprang at him, pinning his wrists up by his head, and planting her pussy right on his nose and mouth. Poor Rob not only couldn't move his arms, but his speedo still had his legs stuck together, and he was having a very tough time trying to generate enough force to try and buck his opponent off him. Eventually he managed to get his feet planted flat on the mat and started trying to roll himself over, and Jennifer let him up before he could escape, with the front of her bottoms marked with a very hard to miss wet spot.

I hoped that Jennifer being turned on would distract her and give Rob a nice opening, but I guess it evened out as his seven incher was at full extension waving in the breeze as he reached down and finally pulled his suit all the way off. He had just managed to get to his feet when Jennifer attacked.

Rob stopping to remove his suit was all the opening Jennifer had needed and she circled around behind him, running at his back, and at the last second leaping in the air, using her momentum to hit Rob with a huge bulldog that laid him flat on his chest. Barely had the sound of the impact dissipated than Jennifer was on him, laying down next to him. She quickly scissored his arm and then locked him into a crossface.

I felt really bad for Rob; he was getting dominated by a woman he had almost a foot on, and from the sounds he was making she wasn't being gentle with him. Rob slapped the mat with his free hand, but the arm closest to Jennifer was locked between her legs, and with how hard she was pulling his face back he didn't seem to be able to get his feet in a position to push off the mat. When Jennifer released him he flopped to the ground, his eyes rolled back in his head and his tongue flopping out of his slack mouth. Jennifer brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear and then climbed on Rob's back, and gave his ass a few squeezes and playful slaps. He started waking up, pushing his upper body off the ground and shaking his head. Jennifer noticed this and she turned to face his head. She grabbed his right wrist and pulled it up behind his back. She stood up, pulling Rob up to his feet by the hammerlock, wrenching it so high Rob had to bend over. With her free hand she reached between his legs, giving his balls a squeeze, then grabbing his cock and stroking it to attention. Rob made to lift his leg to try and kick her away and her hand quickly fell back to his balls, giving them a short, sharp, twisting pull that made him scream. She told him to just enjoy it or she'd rip his nuts off and then returned to beating his meat.

It was a pretty humbling site seeing big Rob bent over helpless as a woman who weighed 100 pounds less than him and was twice his age had her way with him, but you don't wrestle in many of these tournaments without seeing something like this. Jennifer was relentless, and he didn't last long under her assault, with his hips bucking pathetically as he came. Jennifer kept milking his cock, trying to get the biggest load possible out of him. She worked him until she'd squeezed out the last drop, then forced him down to his knees, wiping the hand she'd jerked him off with on his back. She released the hammerlock and took a quick victory lap as the other moms cheered before heading back over to their area to get a drink of water.

Despite the absolute domination of our biggest team member, I was actually feeling pretty excited. A good percentage of these tournaments have the moms winning every single match, and going 2-2 in the first round was as good a start as I ever remembered getting. I didn't want to start getting ahead of myself thinking we could win this thing, but I felt much more chipper than I probably should have as I helped drag Rob back to lay across a towel off the mats.

The first round 2 matchup was Jim versus my mom. You're not allowed to put anything back on once it's removed, so Jim was buck naked while Emily still had on her white two-piece. I hoped Jim would fare better than Matt had, and I didn't think this was outside the realm of possibility since mom had only three inches on him, and her willowy build meant he definitely had the weight advantage.

Those positive feelings didn't last very long as the match started with Jim falling for a trick as mom offered him a elbow and collar lockup, only to hip toss him over her back when he went for it. She tried to climb on top of him, but he threw her off, then rolled away and up to his feet. They came at each other, with mom making an obvious grab as his balls that Jim blocked, but he left himself open for a hard slap to the face. He slapped her right back and mom seemed stunned. Jim came in and wrapped her up in a bearhug. I don't think this was as effective as it could have been given mom's height advantage, and when Jim leaned back and tried to lift her off the mat, her feet didn't leave the ground. He had wrapped her arms up so she couldn't use her hands to escape and I thought if nothing else that might buy him enough time to do some damage, but only a second passed before mom pushed off with her legs, jumping up and wrapping them around Jim's midsection. For a minute both teams were totally quiet watching as Jim and Emily squeezed each other as hard as they could, and the cougar team erupted in cheers as Jim lost, releasing mom. He tried to push her away but she had wrapped her arms around him, and as he broke his own hold, she moved her grip up to the back of his head, pushing his face in between her lotion-covered boobs, and he stumbled backwards and fell to the mat on his back, his opponent still on top of him. It was looking really bad for him now as mom worked the scissors and boob smother. Jim lay limp for a minute, I guess stunned at the impact, but he did start moving his limbs as we clapped and yelled encouragement at him. He reached up with his hands and grabbed my mom's arms, using his superior strength to pull them out to either side, breaking the smother at least. This still didn't do him much good as his nose and mouth were sandwiched into his opponent's tits, but he was able to turn his head and start getting some air. He started moving his legs, trying to roll over, and mom released her scissors, rolling off him and getting to her knees. Jim started getting up himself, but mom had given herself enough time to get behind him as he got up, wrapping his arms up in a full nelson. She snaked her legs around him to try and get her scissors again, and I figured if she succeeded the match was over. Jim must have had the same idea as he threw himself to the mat on his left side. This trapped mom's left leg under his body, but unfortunately it looked like it also left Jim trapped as he couldn't get up without freeing her leg. Since she was still working the full nelson that was bad news. It got even worse as mom switched holds, turning the full nelson into her pulling Jim's arms behind his back, then planting her free right foot into his back and pushing. She pushed him so far with her foot that she was able to pull her left leg from under him and added this to the right one in bending Jim's back. With him stuck on his side he wasn't able to get his feet under him and it looked like he couldn't get out of this hold as much as he struggled and kicked his legs. Mom kept the hold on until he went limp, and when she released him he flopped to the mat. Mom rolled him on to his stomach, then got behind him and pulled his waist up. Like with her previous victim she slapped her hips into his bare butt a few times. As she reached between his legs, though, Jim pulled his right leg back, and before mom could move he slammed his foot into her face in a nasty mule kick. Mom covered her face, and went down, stunned, as her team erupted in boos, which were quickly drowned out by our cheers as Jim hit a enziguri from all fours. Mom collapsed to the mat on her front and Jim pounced, rolling her on her back and unhooking her top, then pulling her bottoms off. Mom was still woozy and Jim sat down on the mat behind her, pulling her up between his legs. He pulled her high enough so that the top of her head was about even with his chin. Jim scissored her midsection, catching her arms at the wrist on both sides. With his hands he reached around and started playing with her tits.

Mom kicked and struggled, but she wasn't strong enough to free her arms, and she couldn't get her legs under her. She put up a good fight, but eventually she collapsed against Jim with a groan that sounded like she had given up. Jim kept playing with her boobs for a little bit, although his legs relaxed around her waist. Only when her eyes closed and she let out a fluttering moan did he release her. He laid her down on the mat gently, then rolled her over onto her front. Mimicking her earlier move he got behind her and pulled his opponent's waist up off the mat, but Emily was in no shape to resist the way he had earlier. He pushed her thighs apart and leaned forward. Mom just groaned into the mat as he slid into her. I couldn't help but applaud with the rest of my team as Jim went 2-0 for the afternoon. As with Linda he reached forward, grabbing a handful of mom's long black hair, and gave her short, deep thrusts. Where Linda had totally surrendered by playing with herself, mom was more passive, only really coming to life when she climaxed, bucking her hips back against Jim as he kept pounding her pussy. To put the cherry on top (and I guess because he'd cum already), he somehow managed to finish her off without cumming himself - no small feat given how jacked up on hormones we all were, let me tell you - and popped his dick out of mom's glistening pussy. He went around to her front, and pulled her up so she was holding herself up with her arms (she'd totally collapsed during her orgasm). He cupped her face with his right hand and pushed his cock into her mouth. My mom started sucking his dick, holding herself up with one hand and reaching out to massage his balls with the other. Jim only lasted 20 or 30 seconds before he came down her throat. Mom swallowed every drop, even giving his cock a few milking squeezes with just the tip in her mouth after he tried to pull out.

Jim came back to our corner to another round of congratulatory high fives. As for me, I once again had a heck of a match to follow; I was up next.

My heart was pounding and my cock was hard as a rock as I faced off with Jennifer. Like Jim I was starting nude while my opponent was fully clothed. I was very nevous; If I won my match, we'd have won the whole tournament; not only would we be heroes to every horny teenage boy in the neighborhood, but as far as I knew it also meant we got to boss around four foxy milfs all day.

So between that and my nerves from having seen Rob get demolished, I was watching Jennifer like a hawk for any ticks. She offered me a collar and elbow tieup, but I knew with my height advantage she wasn't going to win this and figured she was faking me out. I tried to go low and tackle her, but she saw this coming and shot an elbow into my face. I went down on my back and Jennifer jumped in the air, aiming her butt at my stomach. I rolled out of the way and she landed with a loud yell. I got up to my feet and Jen to her knees. I came up behind her and reached down, grabbing her right wrist and pulling it up behind her back in a hammerlock. I figured this was fair play since she'd dominated Rob with this hold. I debated getting her other hand locked up too, but decided that instead I'd reach around and start feeling her boobs. I guess I took a second too long to think because as soon as I went for this Jennifer simply ducked out of the hammerlock, pulling her small wrist out of my grip before I could think to clamp down, then turning and slapping me hard across the face.

I took a surprised step back and Jennifer used the same move on me she'd done to Rob, propping her left leg behind my right one and pushing me so I fell down. No sooner had I hit the mat then I was I frantically scrambling away from her and got back to my feet, fists in front of my face, as her team cheered the display she was putting on. She blew a lock of hair out of her face and motioned for me to come on. I did so, not really sure what I was going to do. Once again she offered me the collar and elbow. I tried to go over her hands and grab her, but she was far too quick and dropped to the mat, then sprang up and headbutted me in the stomach.

I collapsed on my side holding my gut. Jennifer was right on me and rolled me onto my chest. I frantically tried to get up but she had already sat down on my back. I tried to scoot out from under her, which didn't work as she grabbed my right ankle, and my crazed kicking and struggling only earned me a minute's reprieve before she caught my left one too. I felt her butt scooting higher towards my head as she pulled my legs up in a boston crab. She moved back until she was sitting almost on my shoulderblades and my body was making a C shape. I started crawling towards the pool with a half-formed plan of dumping both of us in it and escaping that way. I'd made it only a few inches before I felt Jennifer grab my cock, which had been waving in the breeze. She gave it a squeeze and I stopped crawling. She used two fingers and her thumb to start stroking me and my team was on its feet, with Matt and Jim yelling at me to do something and Rob pleading with me not to let her do that to me. I resumed crawling as fast as I could and the race was on. Jennifer had me rock hard in no time and then started jerking me off in earnest. The only things that let me last as long as I did is that she had to keep my legs pinned, and she couldn't get a very good grip on my dick without giving me the chance to escape. Also, whenever I made it about six inches or so, she had to take a step back to stay in position above me which meant she had to leave off my cock for a few seconds. Even so, she was beating my meat with gusto, paying special attention to the head once I started leaking pre-cum.

It was very close, but I won, barely. When we got too close to the edge of the pool Jennifer threw my legs down. They were so sore and stiff that I didn't even get a chance to get up; as I was trying to get my legs under me Jennifer grabbed me by my ankles and dragged me back to the center of the fighting area. I was still laying on my chest, and I was ready to buck her off if she tried to sit on me and re-apply the crab, but instead she laid down on my right side. She hooked her left leg over my hips and started spanking my ass. I bucked under her, but with her thigh pressing down on me there was nothing I could do. I could hear the entire cougar team including my mom cheering for Jennifer as she humiliated me. Her spanking really started hurting as she wailed on my butt and I had to bite back tears that I knew would have made it even worse. When she released me I had in mind a plan to spring to my feet and attack her, but I was so stunned when she did actually stop that that all I ended up doing was instinctively reaching back and rubbing my bare butt. This gave Jennifer the chance to slap a hammerlock on me, and I knew I was in really big trouble as she'd finished Rob off with this hold and I was a stick compared to him. Jennifer used it to wrench me up to my feet, dodging the wild elbow I threw behind me. Thinking fast I bent over and pushed my thighs back, trying to trip Jennifer and have her go over my back. This actually worked, and Jennifer flew over me with a scream of surprise. She hit the mat hard on her left side and rolled onto her back with a groan. I quickly rolled her onto her stomach and unzipped her suit. Getting it off was a little tricky as I had to lift her torso up to free the suit, and by the time I slid it off her feet she nimbly rolled away from me and hopped up to her feet.

I threw her suit into our area without taking my eyes off her. I'd lost my erection thanks to the pain of her spanking, but I felt it twitching to life as Jennifer didn't bother trying to cover up her naked, oily body (I guess as a precaution against losing her suit, she was coated in sunscreen from head to toe). I looked a second too long as she came in, reaching between my legs and grabbing my semi-hard cock. She gave it a squeeze and I reached down to free myself, but her other hand had darted between my legs and cupped my balls. "Don't fucking move," she hissed, "or I'll rip your balls off." She pulled me down to my knees, then pushed her bare tits into my chest, forcing me down onto my back. She was laying on top of me now and started scooting backwards between my legs. I saw my chance and lunged, shooting my hands between our bodies and grabbing her wrists. She grunted with effort as I pulled her grasping hands away from me. She was still laying mostly on top of me and we struggled wildly for a second. Just as I thought I was going to heave her off she started pressing her thigh into my genitals; my balls were trapped between her leg and my pelvis, and she exerted just enough pressure to let me know this. Even so I was able to scoot away from her, and thanks to the generous coating of suntan lotion and sweat I was able to get to my knees. Jennifer did likewise and we were facing each other, my hands still holding her wrists. I pinned them to her sides and leaned forward and down and started licking her nipples. Jennifer moaned as I flicked the left and then the right with my tongue. They were rock hard as I brought one into my mouth. I had become too absorbed in my work (I should have gotten her on her back like Maria) as Jennifer freed herself, pulling her wrists out of my grip. She grabbed my hair, pulling me away from her boobs. She leaned in and kissed me, forcing her tongue into my mouth. Before I could process this she broke the kiss and gave me a vicious backhand that knocked me down on my left side. Before I could move Jennifer had laid down on her right side facing my feet - we were in a 69 position. I didn't need any more of an invitation, spreading her thighs and darting my tongue into her pussy. I felt her gripping the back of my own thighs as she took my cock into her mouth.

Both teams were cheering their fighter on, and I hoped that Jennifer was turned on enough to give me a shot at winning. That fantasy came to an end as Jennifer clamped her thighs closed around my head. I tried to do this to her in return, but one of her hands had snuck around to my butt, and her index finger was pressing up against my asshole. I got the message as I relaxed my thighs and let Jennifer finish me off. She eased off the pressure on her scissors just enough to make sure I stayed awake for the grand finale. Her warm lips slid up and down my shaft a few times and then she started deepthroating me, the tip of her small chin touching my hips. On one of these downstrokes I came, shooting my load into her mouth, which she sucked up greedily. On the return stroke she went so high that just the head was in her mouth and used her hand to milk as much cum as she could from my prick.

I saw sunlight again as she released me, getting to her feet and posing for her team. Matt and Jim had to come drag me back to our area. They laid me on a lounger, then Matt and Rob gave Jim last minute advice. The final match of the tournament was about to begin.

Jennifer had no time to rest as the final match of the tournament pitted her against her own son. Both had two victories on the day and if Jim could make it three we'd be heroes. Matt and Rob were clapping for him, but I only had the energy to shield my eyes with my arm as the match started.

If Jennifer was winded from my match it didn't show as she immediately slapped her son across the face. Jim was stunned and she went for the takedown she'd used on both me and Rob, but as soon as she planted her leg behind Jim's he shoved her hard away from her. She somersaulted and came up to her feet, charging at Jim and giving her a shove of her own. He didn't have the same grace as his mom and where she'd rolled with the force of his attack, he just fell down awkwardly. Jennifer reached down to grab him, but he pushed her away by the thighs and she had to let him get up to his feet. She came in and tried to lift her knee between his legs, but she hadn't had time to really aim this and some of the force hit his upper thigh before sliding home and nailing his balls. Still, it was enough to drive Jim back covering himself. His mom ducked to his right side and swept his right leg out from under him and he fell on his back, winded. Jennifer rolled Jim over onto his stomach and laid on top of him, her boobs mushrooming against his back. She reached her arms around his neck to get him in a sleeper, but with one big motion Jim bucked her off. Jennifer went flying backwards and the back of her head smacked off the ground. She lay still as Jim capitalized, sitting down on her stomach. He tried to pin her wrists by her sides with his legs, but her hands were so small that as she came around she was able to simply pull them free. She reached up and gave him a double nipple twist. Jim was shocked by the sudden pain, giving his mom enough time to ball up her right hand into a fist, which she launched into his stomach. But she didn't have a good angle, and Jim just grunted, trying to grab her wrists. He got the left one pinned to the mat, but she slapped his face again with the right. Jim looked disorientated and kept trying to grab her hand. Jennifer succeeded in dismounting him by firing a upward palm strike that hit him in the jaw and he rolled off her in a daze.

Jennifer finally looked like she was slowing down a little as she got to her feet, panting, with sweat pouring off her naked, oiled body. Unfortunately Jim didn't look too hot himself laying on his side with his eyes closed. Jennifer planted her right foot on the side of his head, then reached down and grabbed his arm and pulled it straight up. She started twisting his wrist and Jim screamed. His other arm was partially trapped under his body and at first he slapped blindly at his mom's leg, but following our advice he managed to roll onto his back. His mom had to give up the hold, dropping down into a crouch and stalking him. As Jim got to her feet she charged into him.

I almost laughed out loud as Jennifer bounced off her son. Her technique was good, but she'd only backed up a few feet, and she looked like a puzzled cat bouncing off a large dog as she hit Jim's tensed stomach and recoiled. I guess she was more used to fighting women her own age as she seemed stunned, and Jim stepped in and slugged her in the gut. It looked like this blow didn't have all of his force behind it, but it was enough to drop his surprised mom to her knees holding her stomach. Jim wrapped his arm around her head and pulled her up into a front facelock. He went for the DDT, but just before he could execute it his mom's hand struck out and grabbed his bare balls.

The momentum swung back as now Jim was in a real bad spot. He still had the front facelock on, but it didn't seem to be slowing his mom down as her other hand wrapped around his cock and started stroking it. I couldn't even think of any advice to yell; Matt was yelling to use his knee, which I guess would have worked, but this wasn't that kind of match, and Rob was once again giving the timeless if useless advice of "don't let her do that to you". Jim stumbled backwards, dragging his mom with him; I shouted for him to get to the pool, hoping he could escape the same way I had. But it was no good. The hand Jennifer had on his dick came off it just long enough to grab the back of his left knee, and she pulled it out, dumping him on the mat. He let the facelock go and quick as a flash his mom sat down on his upper thighs. She kept one hand cupping his balls and went back to stroking his dick with the other. Jim couldn't move his lower body, but he was able to sit up. He did so, giving his mom a hard push. I think she was holding on to his cock and balls for dear life, as she went backwards off him and he screamed. He got up to his knees, but he was holding himself and had his eyes shut in pain. Jennifer got her to feet and went behind Jim, then ran at him and smacked his face into the ground with a bulldog.

Now it looked really bad as Jim was laying on his stomach not moving. Jennifer laid on top of him again, and this time she was able to lock the sleeper around his neck. Jim came to life pulling at her arms and trying to get to his feet at the same time. Jennifer locked her legs around his midsection adding a scissor hold to her choke as Jim drunkenly got to his feet. He threw himself backwards on the mat and Jennifer didn't have time to let go, emitting a loud grunt as her son landed on her with all his weight.

Jim rolled off her and both fighters lay still for a minute as both teams urged on their warrior. We grew even louder as Jim slowly sat up, shaking his head. He got to his feet rubbing his neck, which had turned red, as Jennifer just began to stir. Jim shook off the cobwebs and walked up to his mom as she got to her feet. She held her hands up, palms forward, trying to ward him off. Jim reached down grabbed her wrists, throwing them to either side, and that was all the opening she needed to dart forward, taking his semi-erect cock into her mouth.

This was a desperation move on Jennifer's part, but I guess she really wanted to win. Jim just stood there dumbstruck as his mom started sucking on his cock. She scooted a little closer, cupping his balls with one hand, keeping just the tip of his cock in her mouth as she jerked him off with the other. We were all yelling pleads and threats to Jim, but he was beyond our power to reach. Jennifer worked his dick until his eyes rolled back in his head, then popped his saliva-slick unit out of her mouth. She headbutted him in the stomach and Jim sank unresisting to his knees. Jennifer got to her feet, cupping her hands under Jim's armpits and dragged him over to the pool. She rolled him in and then stood with her hands on her hips until he came up for air.

As soon as his head broke the surface she was there, reaching down and grabbing his wet hair with both hands. She hauled him to the side of the pool, with just his head and shoulders sticking out as his back was pressed into the pool liner. Jennifer without missing a beat laid down on her back, scooted forward, and wrapped her legs around his neck, getting him in a figure four-style scissor choke with Jim still mostly submerged. He kicked wildly under the water and his hands came out to try and pull his mom's thighs apart, but he had no leverage at all and couldn't get a grip with his wet hands. The cougar team was on its feet cheering and hollering their approval at what I had to admit was a pretty impressive display. Jennifer for her part put her hands behind her head, looking like this was the most normal activity in the world to be indulging in in a hot summer day.

Jim tapped out and the tournament was over. His mom helped him out of the pool but his day wasn't quite done yet. She made him go to the center of the mats and had him lay down on his back. Jennifer planted her bare pussy on his mouth and started riding his face, a victory I can't deny was well-earned. I felt a little bad for Jim as he hadn't gotten off himself and his boner was waving in the breeze, but it looked like Linda wanted round two as she strode over to Jim and impaled herself on his prick. We watched the show in silence, knowing that as soon as the cougars had finished with Jim, he'd get awarded his speedo, and then we'd have a very long day ahead of us.

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Office Altercation (M/F)

Just a little quicky. This is what a story looks like if I don't spend a month obsessively polishing it.
(With apologies to Stone, from who I lifted the setup completely - his take is here:
http://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/kidmanskultkrypt/conversations/messages/1772 )


My first job when I graduated from college was at a health insurance processing office. I was part of a team of people I really liked working with - all except Keisha. Keisha's a short, loud black lady in her mid 40's; I'm a tall, skinny white guy in his early 20's. I thought she was an arrogant, domineering, conceited, petty bitch who was convinced her shit didn't stink; she made clear to me that she thought I was a disrespectful, lazy, rude, ignorant punk who needed to learn when to keep his mouth shut.
One Friday we were both working late - Keisha as usual pretending to work while fucking around on Facebook and me catching up on authorizations I'd fallen behind on (after Keisha had 'borrowed'  my computer's power cord and 'forgotten' to tell me). Something had gone wrong with the HVAC system, and it was hot as hell even with the sun having gone down. Keisha favored low-cut business suits, and she'd taken off her bright pink top. (Don't get too excited yet; she still had a tank top on underneath). She started laughing loudly at something someone had posted on her wall, and I muttered something under my breath. Somehow she heard me over her big horse laugh and turned in her chair. I felt her eyes boring into me, but I didn't turn, not until she got up, walked over to where I was sitting, and spun my chair around so I was looking at her.
"You got something to say?" I got out of my chair and stood up. I'm six one and Keisha is about five four, so I was looking straight down at her.
"I have work to do. Can you shut the fuck up for five minutes so I can finish?"
That did it; I'd hit the bitch switch, and Keisha flew into a no-you-didn't rage, screaming in my face. She asked me if I wanted to step outside ("You want to step outside, mother fucker? I will fuck you up!") and I said I'd be happy to beat her fat ass.
From there it was a short walk to one of the empty meeting rooms. I had assumed we were just going to tear into each other, but Keisha didn't want to mess up her clothes, and I stood watching her as she stripped off her tank top and bra, her huge, fat tits flopping out over her belly. She also dropped her skirt, stepped out of her huge lacey black panties, then finally peeled off her pantyhose. She folded all of her clothes and put them to one side, her body already coated with sweat as she stood nude.
"Well?" she barked. "You backing out now or we doing this?"
I stripped down. I'm pretty tall, but a little bit lanky, and I guess Keisha thought she could take me based on that. At least she didn't look too impressed as her eyes gazed over my naked body.
In return I took one last look at her before the fight started. I had to admit for a woman in her 40's she still looked pretty ("Black don't crack," she liked to say multiple times a week), although this was probably helped by her full face of makeup and professionally done hair, which was currently in a long, wavy cut that draped down to her shoulders. As I studied her I felt my cock stirring and Keisha's eyes went to my boxers with a smirk.
I don't know what Keisha thought was going to go down, but I knew how to fight a bit; after my dad split and kids started picking on me at school, my aunt had taught me how to box. Keisha, I hoped,  was setting herself up to be the next in a line of people who'd underestimated me.
She came at me throwing a heavy slap. She put enough weight behind it so that I'd have been in trouble if it landed, but it was so slow I had time to easily duck under it. Keisha had to take a step forward to avoid falling on her face, and she walked right into a wicked backhand that had her cursing. Instead of guarding herself, she put her hand on her face where I'd hit her. Since she'd left herself open, I slammed a punch into her soft tummy, my fist sinking into her stomach. This drew a wonderfully low groan. I pulled my hand back and she covered her tummy. I had my pick of targets and couldn't pass up her massive tits. I gave her a double nipple twist, getting a solid grip on her big, thick nipples. She let out a real scream of pain and blindly flailed at me. I took a few steps back and put my fists up.
"Mother fucker," she hissed, putting up her own dukes. "Lucky shot. Come on!" She charged at me throwing a big right at my head. I weaved to the side, grabbing her arm and using it to flip her over me. She landed heavily on her back with a grunt. I let her get up and she put her hands up again. She seemed to have learned that boxing wouldn't work and she charged me. I made a mistake here as I tried to catch her. I underestimated how much weight she got behind her charge and she barreled into me. We both went down hard, and she landed on top of me, but as she pushed herself up I wrapped my legs around her big midsection. We ended up face to face, my back on the floor, her holding herself up over me, sweat dripping down off her body onto my bare chest. I had accidentally ended up in a pretty good position, I thought; she couldn't get off me with my scissors on, and she was holding herself up with her arms, so she couldn't use those to attack me.
What I'd failed to anticipate is that she scooted forward a little and lowered her massive tits on to my face in a breast smother. Not needing to hold herself up anymore, she used her hands to press her boobs into my nose and mouth. I reached up to stop her and she grabbed my wrists, slamming them down to the floor. I released my scissors and tried to kick her away, but she just laid more of her weight on top of me. I felt her shifting and took a large breath as her tits came off my face. I only had a second to enjoy it before I felt Keisha's huge ass slamming into my stomach. All my air blew out in one gasp and felt Keisha lifting herself up again. She gave me a second ass slam and I couldn't move, not even to scream as her third ass slam landed on my stomach. Then Keisha climbed off me with a laugh, putting her hands on her hips as she looked down at me.
"That all you got?"
Instead of responding I breathed, willing myself to get enough air to get up and fight back. For the time being I was at Keisha's mercy, though, and I couldn't stop her as she pulled me up to my feet. She kneed me in the stomach and I bent over. I felt her grabbing my hair, and she tugged it so I was looking up into her face.
"You're gonna apologize to me."
I didn't say anything, still focusing on deep breathing. Keisha slapped me across the face. She put her weight into this, and if she hadn't been holding my hair I probably would have been knocked on my ass. I braced myself as she drew her hand back for another slap, which didn't do much to lessen the impact. She gave me a third and asked if I wanted to give up.
I have to admit I considered this for a second. She had me in a bad way, and I didn't relish getting a fourth slap in my aching face, let alone what she'd do afterwards. Maybe I should have given up right here. Then again, I've never been accused of being the smartest guy around - and I'd rather get beaten standing up to a bully. So I told her to fuck off.
"Awright," she growled. "We gonna do it the hard way." She brought her knee up under my chin, releasing my hair at the same time. I collapsed, head swimming. Keisha laid me out on the floor, spread-eagled. She got on top of me in a 69. I smelled her strong scent; she was really enjoying this. Down between my legs I felt her grab my cock. I was limp, but she used her index and middle fingers combined with her thumb to start stroking it. In no time I was hard as a rock. "You don't move," she called over her shoulder. "You just lay there." She ran her tongue over the head of my cock. "This is mine now."
If I'd been tempted to give up before, I really was now. If my cock went into her mouth I knew I was done for. I gathered my strength and before she could start blowing me I brought my knees up, pushing her away from my dick. "What the fuck!" she yelled. "You -"
I pushed her off me as hard as I could. If she'd been ready for this, she might've been able to use her weight to stay put, but she wasn't, and I heaved her off. She landed on her side and I rolled away and up to my feet.

Keisha got up too, looking even more pissed. "You shoulda stayed down," she panted. I motioned her on and she roared, running at me in a storm of punches and slaps. I didn't have to wait long to get my chance; she threw a huge uppercut that left her midsection completely open. I slammed a left into her gut, and that stopped her assault. She tried to cover up, but she was too slow. I tagged her face with a right jab, then stepped in and kneed her soft stomach. She flinched and I threw a quick combo into her face. To her credit she managed to stay on her feet, but the last punch was a right hook I put all my power into, and she stumbled away, holding on to one of the chairs to hold herself up. I punched her in the kidneys, drawing a scream, then grabbed her long hair and slammed her face into the conference table. She still didn't go down; she's a tough bitch, I had to give her that. She was now bent over the table. I pulled her off a little so that her tits rested on it. This left me enough room to get at her stomach, so I started giving her knee lifts. Each one sank in a little deeper until I felt like my kneecap was going to bounce off her spine. Keisha gagged and screamed until the eighth one finally put her down.
She lay on the carpeted floor, eyes closed, a big bruise forming on her tummy. She looked pretty out of it, but I didn't want to make the same mistake she had when she'd almost had the fight locked up. I looked around the room quickly and hopped up on the table.
This probably wasn't the smartest move. It occurred to me that what I should have done was just sit on her shoulders and beat her face in. But like I said up above, I've never been accused of being the smartest guy around.
I jumped, aiming at Keisha's gut. Luckily for me this was a big target. I landed with all my weight in her stomach and that brought her around as she let out a shriek of pure agony. I stepped off her and she curled up on her side, holding her stomach. I went over to the table again, this time grabbing the phone. I pulled the cord out and walked over to Keisha, who had just managed to get up to her knees. I did feel a little pang of respect for her willingness to keep going, but not enough to stop me from coming up behind her, wrapping the phone cord around her neck, and pulling.
I couldn't see Keisha's face, but the way her hands immediately went to the cord and started trying to pry it free let me know this was working pretty well. I put my right foot on Keisha's back and pushed, and she panicked, waving her arms crazily. Since she couldn't talk I couldn't tell if she was trying to give up, but for good measure I choked her until she had almost stopped moving - maybe 40 seconds or so.
When I let her go she fell flat on her face. Her hands weakly came up to her neck as she took big, wracking breaths. I rolled her over onto her back, and I could see the angry red mark on her neck where I'd choked her. I sat on her shoulders, grabbing her hair with one hand and drawing the other back in a fist.
"You give up?" She tried to nod, although this wasn't easy with me holding her hair. "Say it!" I yelled.
"You fucked me up," she gasped. Close, but not exactly what I wanted to hear. I opened my hand and gave her a hard slap. "I give up!" she screamed. "I give! Jesus!"
Satisfied, I got off her. She started getting up and I lead her over to the conference table. I bent her over it.
"You need to learn a lesson." I slapped her big, bare butt. "Now say, 'Thank you, Mr. Betker.'" She did, but not loud enough. Another slap had her yelling it as loud as she could. I started spanking her and we went through everything that annoyed me about her; her lateness, her gum chewing, her dumping work on other people, her trying to dictate how the office should be run. By the time I had finished, her ass was a deep, aching red and she was begging me to stop.
"All right. Now I want to make sure you never forget this."
"You ain't gotta worry about that," she moaned tiredly.
"Play with your tits."
Keisha leaned up a little and started running her hands over her fat titties. After a minute I reached between her legs and started rubbing her pussy. She moaned, but otherwise kept going. She was still pretty wet and after just a couple rubs she was ready. I positioned myself behind her, holding on to her hips, and pushed into her. She moaned into the table.
"How's that feel?" She didn't respond and I reached forward, grabbing a handful of her long hair and pulling her head back. She left off her breasts, holding on to the table as I started fucking her. I'd gotten her warmed up just to make it easier for me, and I didn't really care about her pleasure; I just started pounding her. Even so, she came first. I didn't last much longer - her panting cries and, especially, her pussy squeezing my cock as she writhed under me pretty much finished me off. I emptied into her, holding on to her hips for dear life as she bucked under me.
I released her and she slumped to the floor. I grabbed her hair and pulled her up to her knees, wiping my cock on her face. I tugged her hair up so she was looking up at me:
"What do you say?"
"Thanks," she managed. I slapped her hard across the face. "Mr. Betker!" she squealed. "Thank you Mr. Betker! Sir!"
"That's better."


Things were better from then on; Keisha started coming in on time for a few weeks, quit gum until she went on a diet, stopped dumping work on me (although she kept doing it to everyone else), and even managed to stop bossing everyone else around for a little while. I never could get her to keep calling me Mr. Betker, though.